Page 55 of His Sunshine Baby

“I have to go,” I blurt out.

“You know you don’t, Elena. It’s Sunday; you only have brunch with your friend’s family at around 11 a.m.”

Actually, I don’t. I didn’t even tell him today’s brunch with the Lewis family wasn’t happening, and it’s not the first time. I’ve been making excuses to flee lately. Instead of adding to the lies, I just silently put my dress back on, trying to avoid his stare. Where are my shoes now?

“Elena.”

His tone is not a good sign. I want to ignore it, but I just sigh and turn to him. Damn, he is still as handsome as the first night we met. His dark blonde hair, his mesmerizing blue eyes. I still can’t believe I spend three to five nights a week sleeping with this living god.

I thought the passion of our first meetings would somehow calm down after a few weeks, but as of today, it hasn’t. Whenever we meet, it’s always the same sparks, the same hunger for the other’s heat, and our inner wolves craving each other.

But, more than that, we are definitely getting closer. With time, we have now come to share more and more about our own lives. If we meet on a weekday, Nate will let me know howbusy his schedule at work was, and I will naturally talk about training or whatever I did that day with Danny. He even helps me prepare for my upcoming classes in September.

We text a lot too. I wasn’t expecting that, but we have gotten very comfortable with sending each other random texts at any time of the day or night. He will let me know when one of his meetings is dragging on and boring him to death, and I complain whenever the kids are acting rudely during training. On nights we can’t see each other, we sometimes discuss what we will do the next time we’re together, like the restaurant Nate wants to take me to or where we should meet.

Unless we don’t have time to meet earlier, we very rarely meet directly at the hotel. Nate likes to invite me for a drink or dinner before, and sometimes we even go dancing together in one of his elite clubs.

It’s a strange routine, like I’ve been experiencing a double life and an even stranger relationship. We are closer than normal friends with benefits, I guess, though we don’t cross that thin line that involves our privacy. He still has no idea about my family situation, and he never talks to me about his brothers' lives or pack matters either. I guess there are some boundaries we tacitly do not cross.

“What?” I ask with a sigh.

He grabs my wrist and gently pulls me back to sit on the bed with him.

“Nate.”

I want to protest, push him away, and get going, but he suddenly starts kissing me. I can’t say no. I’m desperately addicted to this. Nate knows my body and how to caress it by heart. I gasp loudly when he takes off my panties again. Moon Goddess, I wanted to get dressed, not undressed!

“Nate, enough,” I sigh, but I know I’m not convincing at all.

“No. I’m not letting you go yet.”

Of course, he doesn’t listen. He pushes me gently onto the bed, so I’m lying underneath him. I give up and finally answer his kisses. Nate takes my dress off in one movement, bringing me back to square one. But I don’t care, I’m burning up and feverish under his hands. He caresses my body here and there. I gasp and try to hold my voice, but he keeps going, and attacks my neck with more kisses and bites.

“Don’t. I want to hear your voice, Elena.”

I try to hold on some more, but his fingers finally make me cry out in pleasure. He’s being a little forceful, a bit controlling, and I like it. Submitting to Nate’s lead is easy, like submerging myself in fresh water. I don’t have to do anything but let myself go, abandon my restraints. When he positions himself and joins me, I’m already on edge. But he is the one to decide, and I’m not allowed to come yet. He starts moving, without holding back. I’m pinned to the bed and totally helpless, only responding to his speed and strength with my embarrassing voice.

About two hours later, I’m finally on my way home, a bit more tired than I was earlier. He really never gets enough. I sigh and take out my keys. However, when I get to my apartment and open the door, I’m suddenly faced with Boyan, standing fully naked in the middle of our living room.

“Hi.”

“Hi...”

Moon Goddess, this is so awkward.

“Boyan, dammit, your clothes!”

Danny’s panicked voice came from the kitchen. I do my best to look away while Bobo shape-shifts and my bestie runs in to scold him. I notice Daniel is only wearing his pajama bottoms.

“Daniel, I really don’t mind naked men at our place, but I would appreciate it if you could keep it to your bedroom,” I sigh.

“Sorry, babe, sorry!” he sighs with a cute pout.

I laugh a bit. I don’t really mind, I’ve seen naked men before. It’s just funny to annoy my ever-so-prudish Danny about it. We stay silent for a while. I take off my jacket and heels, and Danny brings me some hot coffee. Outside, a slow summer drizzle starts falling.

“How was it?” asks Daniel.

“Still as incredibly awesome as ever,” I sigh.

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